Coretta Scott The Stairs Hit Hard Lyrics

The Stairs Hit Hard Lyrics



Rose my hand an itch to satisfy but my hand had changed shape into a knife

Abigail in a dream with a sheath coming to save me



Don't cry for me

(Begging you to stop momma's crying on the floor)

It's just what it takes

(We are the wretched that keep our fists closed)

to be happy

(Swear to god I'll never be like him)

Or to not feel so alone

(Swear to god I'll never be like him)



Had a little jar he'd keep the new and dead ants in

shake that shit and pout, "do something stupid thing, do something at
all"

never seems like a fair fight

daddy's one to his son's every third stride

not coming home tonight, I'm not coming home